The Decadence.

I am a ghost now, floating around in my personal limbo. All that is left are empty rooms were people I loved used to play. The mau helps me to forget, but there are memories too strong and too precious to be forgotten.

Time is limited, I knew that before I got myself into this, I knew exactly what I was doing and still it feels so futile. People are free birds you can't cage, you can only set them free and hope that one day they'll return.

And at first, during the drama of separation, things seem so exciting and foreign, but after a day or two, the feeling disappears. It all becomes grey and foggy, no joy, no pain, just a mellow mood in which I drown myself. My emotional winter is approaching, and this time, I'm going to enjoy it...